There was no more talk after that; they trod softly on the duff under the trees; they dodged the ledges where their spike-soled boots might have rasped.
“Did you note where the main bunch is, miss?” whispered the old man at her side.
“I saw only one man except Craig. The director was out on the dam, near the gates.”
“Where the cap’n is, there the gang must be. We’ll use that tip.”
The men deployed as soon as they were in the open space near the end of the dam.
Even though they had had the protection of the fog up to that point, they knew their attack could not be made wholly a surprise; they were depending on their resoluteness and on being able to beat their way to a control of the gates.
Two men appeared to them in the fog.
“Now just a moment before you start something for which you’ll be sorry,” said one of the men. “I’m from the shire town and I’m attorney for the Comas corporation.” He pointed to a man at his side, who pulled aside his coat lapel and exhibited a badge. “This is a deputy sheriff. The courts are protecting this property by an injunction.”
“We’ve got only your word for that,” stated the old man.
“You have been warned in law. That’s all I’m here for. Now unless you keep off this property you must take the consequences.”